Chapter 11 - The Woman on the VideoWilliam Park preserved the conference recording.
He was mortified.
“I thought I was speaking with Mrs. Vance.”
He had never met me before.
Greg arranged the appointment.
The woman appeared from the shoulders up.
Dark hair.
Glasses.
Soft lighting.
Connection deliberately poor?
Maybe.
She answered basic questions.
Full name.
Address.
Date of birth.
Children’s names.
She knew enough.
William asked:
“Do you understand you are transferring the residence into a family trust?”
The woman said:
“Yes.”
“Do you understand Greg and Diane Vance will serve as trustees?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you not serving?”
“My work schedule.”
Then:
“I trust them.”
My stomach turned.
I watched twice.
The voice was not mine.
Arthur asked:
“Recognize her?”
“No.”
Chloe claimed no.
Greg’s lawyer declined comment.
Diane said Greg told her I had attended remotely.
Then Naomi noticed something.
The woman wore a distinctive gold bracelet.
Chloe froze when shown.
I saw it.
“You know her.”
“No.”
“Chloe.”
Her attorney stopped her.
Two days later, Chloe changed her statement.
Name:
Rebecca Sloan.
Thirty one.
Freelance actress.
Chloe knew her through fashion events.
Why was an actress pretending to be me?
Chloe claimed Greg asked for a favor.
He told Rebecca the lawyer meeting was a role play for an estate planning presentation.
She received $800.
Did she know documents were real?
Rebecca cooperated immediately.
Her texts:
GREG:
Need you to play my wife for a boring Zoom. No signatures. We’re testing a client onboarding script.
REBECCA:
That’s weird.
GREG:
I’ll pay 800.
Then Chloe:
Just do it. He’s helping me with the venue.
Rebecca received a short biography.
My birth date.
Children.
Job.
House address.
Greg provided.
During video, William believed he was advising a real client.
Rebecca thought she was acting in a mock consultation.
She never saw final deed.
Her participation was deceptive but perhaps not knowing fraud.
Investigators would decide.
Then the most damaging part.
After the call, William sent draft trust documents for review to an email:
mayavance.personal@protonmail.
Not my email.
Created three days earlier.
Replies came from someone signing:
Maya.
Metadata could not identify person easily.
But Greg had the password saved in his browser during later forensic examination.
He controlled the fake Maya account.
Then the trust lawyer requested one change:
Add authority for trustees to borrow against property.
Fake Maya replied:
Approved.
Greg approved borrowing authority while impersonating me.
The transfer deed followed.
Caroline Webb’s old notary acknowledgment was copied.
Then recorded.
This was no misunderstanding.
No vague verbal permission.
A constructed identity.
Arthur leaned back.
“There’s your title case.”
I should have felt relief.
Instead, I felt sick.
Greg had spent weeks building a version of me that said yes.
Then another discovery.
The fake email account contained drafts that were never sent.
One:
I voluntarily waive any claim to the proceeds of future sale because funds are intended for family investment.
Another:
I acknowledge the home was acquired partly through Greg’s contribution.
False.
Another:
In the event of divorce, I consider the Vance Family Residence Trust separate from marital proceedings.
My skin went cold.
Divorce had entered the planning after all.
Maybe not because Greg intended to leave.
Because he intended to protect the structure if I did.
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He knew there was a chance I would eventually discover enough to walk away.
Continue to the next part: Greg’s fake email account contains draft statements designed to prevent Maya from reclaiming the house even if their marriage ended.
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